They walked the isles, Margaret would quietly ask which item he liked and baby Jeff would point or squeal his approval. Jeff actually got excited through the whole process and eagerly helped choose everything from diapers to a stroller. Jeff was not given many decisions these days so when Margaret allowed him to pick out the various items Jeff became very interested. The only point where Jeff squirmed showing his disapproval was when Margaret picked up a set of baby bottles. Trying his best baby voice “No Mama cup!” Margaret smiled at her new son, “No honey, you made a big mess on your shirt when I gave you a glass of water before coming here. You are going to use sippy cups and nursing bottles, its what all babies your age use.” Jeff frowned at the comment as much for being reminded of his new age as being forced to drink from a bottle.
By half way through their shopping trip Jeff’s bladder started to exercise pressure. “Mama me potty.” She quickly turned he car towards the bathroom but halfway there Jeff expression turned to relief then shock as his bladder released itself. Jeff squirmed in his warm wet diaper, embarrassed by his lack of control. He knew that his incontinence was getting worse and there was no reasonable excuse that would get him out of diapers at this point. Margaret seeing the expression on his face stopped and patted his head trying to consol the little child. “It’s okay honey, you can’t be expected to control yourself. Just relax and I’ll change you in a couple of minutes.” All Jeff could do is sit in the cart as his crotch grew warm. He whimpered and fussed as Margaret walked the isles towards the bathroom.
As promised they pulled up in front of the washroom and Jeff was removed from the cart. Margaret carried him in shutting the door behind her. Jeff was placed on the changing table, his head shot around looking from one side to another happy to note there were no other women in the washroom. He tried to relax however the hard plastic changing station was not easy to get used to. Jeff put his hands over his eyes in discomfort and embarrassment hoping he was a thousand miles away. Without thinking one of his tiny hands quietly moved south depositing his thumb in his mouth. He sucked on his thumb furiously as his former wife quickly changed him. Before Jeff knew it he was wrapped in a dry diaper, his pant legs snapped shut and placed back in the shopping cart.
To Jeff the whole process was humiliating but somewhat bearable. He knew an accident would probably happen, although he had only one accident while not sleeping he was still regressing (all be it slower) and it was only a matter of time. It was bearable because he knew it was going to happen and had partially prepared himself. At least he told himself the diaper change was private and no one else watched.
They continued back to their shopping trip. Margaret steered the cart into the clothing section and begun to look through the various matching sets. Jeff picked out matching pants/shirt along with a couple of coveralls and a onsie for sleeping. Jeff groaned and fussed when Margaret selected particularly feminine or childish outfits, “No Mama, no wike!” Margaret smiled at her little boy, kissed him on the head and whispered, “Okay honey but I get to choose one outfit.” Jeff rolled his eyes and nodded his head in acceptance. He watched as Margaret slowly walked through the stacks finally stopping and inspecting a set. Jeff tried to crane his head to see but she was partially blocked. Margaret had a broad grin and came back to the cart to show him the prize. Margaret presented him with a white/blue two-piece sailor with bloomers that looked like short-shorts except they had elastic around the legs, which only highlighted the diaper underneath the bloomers. Jeff was stunned by the choice and he knew this would be for Sunday best, something he could be taken out and presented to her friends. “No! Please Marg…Mommy not that, I can’t be seen in that outfit.” Margaret just cooed “It’s alright honey, you are going to look precious in this outfit. Besides this is my choice, you promised.”
Jeff was getting frustrated with his situation, he had tried to be patient with his family and how they treated him. When moved into Bobby’s room he said little, when moved into Mary’s room he conceded, when put in diapers and made to sleep in a crib there wasn’t a struggle. Now he felt like he was taken advantage of by his wife and now mother. The sailor suit, although appropriate for his age was not for an adult. “No! I will not wear that. No No No!” Jeff was loosing control, his voice getting louder. “Enough!” Margaret said sharply like talking to a child. “You will be quiet or I’ll give you a spanking right now! Is that understood!” Jeff could only sit in the seat sniffling with tears of humiliation running down his face.
The shopping trip continued however Jeff didn’t show much interest. After a short while he fell asleep and snoozed as Margaret finished up. Jeff was woken up when he was lifted into his car seat and strapped in, however being stuck in the seat with little stimulation he fell back to sleep. Jeff was again woken up when they arrived home. Margaret lifted him from his seat and placed him on the ground. Jeff stood there for a minute still very sleepy, he took a few steps then crouched until he fell on his diapered butt. Jeff sat there in the shade sucking his thumb as he slowly removed the cobwebs of sleep from his mind. His mind was still an adult’s however he had noticed some minor changes that he assumed were due to his physical condition. Balance was becoming a problem he had fallen a couple of times today however he was relatively close to the ground so it didn’t hurt as much. His speech was also getting tougher to control, with the loss of some teeth he had to concentrate otherwise his L’s and Th’s became w’s and d’s.
Jeff sat there as Margaret and the kids carried boxes and bags into the house. After a while he noticed that his crotch was warm, he put a hand down and pushed down on this diaper. It squished from a very recent wetting. Jeff rolled his eyes at the growing incontinence. He got up and waddled towards the house, only getting a few steps when his stomach started to grumble. He knew it was a slim chance he would make it to the bathroom, it was a long way for a little kid to go from the driveway, up the steps, through the front door, down the hall and finally at the bathroom. Then after all that distance he’d have to try and get his pants off, it seemed almost insurmountable.
Part way up the front walk Jeff couldn’t hold it any longer and as he stood there his sphincter relaxed a wave of pleasure rippled through his body. He was surprised how much pleasure the act of pooping in his diapers made him feel. For the moment he was satisfied to close his eyes, slide his thumb in his mouth and concentrated on the soft expanding mess in the back of his diaper. “I could get used to this.” He thought to himself.
- to be continued.